Farwielder

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That's okay scarf. The costumes you posted are very differant so the whole boxing someone how can't draw armor into drawing armor and other stuff like that, doesn't come into play.


On a side note here's my toons

1. The Electric Insect Elec/Elec Blaster

2. Kid Cut'em Claws/Energy Aura Stalker

3.The Chernobyl Kid Rad/Kin Corruptor.



Take you pick Quake

PM me if you want better shots.

Sorry It all worked in my head.

Off to get my screens for Quake.

Yup thats exactly right.

Sorry the way I wanted the drawing done was abit confusing so as the list goes everyone is drawing the person directly under them and South will draw Spookie since we'll just go back to the top.

Nice 20 entries!

Entries closed

Here is the offical list:

Farwielder
The_PMD
Derek_Fayte
Quake
Serengeti_Lord
NewEden
_BAS_
Pep_Rally
Aaron123
Scarf_Girl
Rowr
OrdinaryGirl
Crimson_Jimson
Wogglebug
Hexadecimal
SpookieKid
CoH_NPG
Southstar
Greymist
TProtector(just squeezed in )


Once WhitePeregrine posts the order please post 3 toons, of which one will be drawn. Submit them from top to bottom the toon you'd most like to see drawn.

5 minutes left for any last minute entries!

I really love the sword. That eye in it is really neat.

Yeah screen posting to begin aftern names have been drawn.

About An hour and half left to get your names in and WP I'll post a list of all those involved once time is up.

Well after that Whiteperigrine will put all our names in a hat and decide who we draw so it shouldn't be too long after the deadline.

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I'll give it until 11:59 October 3 to get your name into the rumble. Cause that's when I can get off work and post

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And is it eastern, central time..? Heheh...

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I knew I should have fixed that last night. 11:59 PM Tonight is the deadline to have your name in.

When she first got it Star was having a pretty rough time with it and found she kept saying dammit around it.

The name just stuck

Heh..... reminds me of the simpsons episode where Homer gets a gun and Marge and the kids move into a motel. Bart and Lisa are racing the shakey beds and later on Lisa is trying to sleep but her bed won't stop.

"Go Smelly!"

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the dialup alone wasn't the problem.

attempting to connect thru an old Thinkpad that can barely manage 800x600 resolution, on a scratchy phone line that had to be 'treated kindly' in order for the modem to dial properly (how many commas in the dial string, again?)... all whilst sitting on a cheap single bed. yeah.

The broken-down Uhaul truck outside didn't help either.

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It was probably raining too

Hmmm I retrack my previous statement keep em here!

RETRACKED!

Take as long as you want like I said in the original post. I don't want this to feel like it's intruding on whatever anyone else has going on.

Sounds good WP report back here on the 4th with then names that have been drawn.

These are what she's accepted and given me from 90-100% on.( except for the first story I posted. That hasn't been marked yet.) I think it may just be to get us writting again after the summer months.

I'll give it until 11:59 October 3 to get your name into the rumble. Cause that's when I can get off work and post

Fixed.

Anyone else want me to change something for them

Sorry these stories don't have anything to do with superheroes. I just need help with'em

Here's another 40 minute one I did. I hate the ending to this one.
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A cold wind bit Jonathon's face as he lay flat out on the ruins of a church bell tower.

Shouts of anger cried out all around him but all he could hear was the slow, controlled beating of his own heart. The war was dangerous for everyone but a sniper was a sitting duck.

Back home, in the back of speakeasys, John was an ace card player. Champion of the storerooms, he had won more greenbacks off of the toughs then any other patron.

But here, all the way across the Atlantic, thinking you were lucky could mean you were cocky. Being cocky could get you killed.

The only thing keeping him alive was his corpse like stillness. Any sudden movement, no matter how slight, and he was done for. The same fate destined for the enemy snipers waiting, watching among the gunfire and sweat.

There. In the mill. Was it movement?
If he takes the shot he may seal his fate.
Though if he doesn't..........

The outcome may not be what he wants.
The odds stacked against him, dare he take the gamble.

I didn't know you had joined up sorry I remember you saying that you wanted to but wouldn't think it fair. Glad to have you aboard.

Noooooo lol mist (whos name until having looked at it more I've always thoguht was misinformedsquirrel)

It's cool and your suggestions will really help me alot in future writing.

(test)

The assignment for this one was to write a sequal to a story we had previously read. ( It was a guy talking to his friend, asking for forgiveness. Then it turns put he's talking to his grave, he had killed his friend in a drinking and driving accident 1 year earlier)

Snow fell onto Doug's thin, wiry


Here, I'll post the one story from the test and another 40 minute one.


(test)

The assignment for this one was to write a sequal to a story we had previously read. ( It was a guy talking to his friend, asking for forgiveness. Then it turns put he's talking to his grave, he had killed his friend in a drinking and driving accident 1 year earlier)
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Snow fell onto Doug's thin, wiry hair. Clutching his overcoat to his neck, he breathed in deeply."Hey Joey. Merry Christmas."

As he knelt down, Doug ran is fingers across Joe's name. The granite was icy cold and sent a shiver through his fingers.

Rising to his feet, he nearvously pawed at the snow beneath him.

"Maddy and I are getting married in the spring" looking up at the overcast sky, he sighed deeply." I'm sorry Joe. She was so upset after the accident. Someone needed to comfort her."

Doug rested a tiny pink envelope against Joe's marker. A hint of light broke through the clouds and made the gold lettering across the front shine brightly. It read "Douglas and Madeline, May 1st."

Slowly Doug rose to his feet once more and began to walk away, Hands gripped tightly in his pockets and a tear frozen to his face.
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Any help with this one?

The other is coming soon.